Hi.

Hello Kelly.
You're my favourite because you subscribe to my blog. =)
Everyone should follow Kelly's example and subscribe.
That is all.

There's more to life than love and being together.

So before, I went through this thing where all I could listen to was Tegan & Sara for like, a week.
And it's happening to me again.
I'll try to listen to some other band, but nooo, I don't feel like them.
I only feel like Tegan & Sara.
It's not like that's a bad thing or anything, just weird, =)

Like today, I didn't have my iPod at my dad's rugby game but i was like, craving Tegan & Sara. :/
And when I don't have my iPod I sing to myself instead.. (ahah don't judge me)
So I started singing Tegan & Sara to myself but then my brother got mad. He obviously doesn't appreciate my amazing talent for singing.
I went to so many rugby games this weekend. :/ The males in my family like rugby.
And I have LOVELLYY tshirt and shorts tan lines.
It'll look great when I wear tank tops/bathing suits. =)

Speaking of bathing suits.. i HATEEEE when people who obviously aren't fat say they are. (Guess who influenced THAT only person who probably reads this.. =D)
Like, I don't even get how they think they're fat. Is there something wrong with their eyesight?
I know it's not true in some cases, but half the time they just want attention. They just want people to tell them that they aren't fat, it makes them feel better about themselves or something.
It's silllyyyyy.
Like, okay, I can understand not liking your body. I'm not the biggest fan of my own body, but I can live with it. There are more important things. If someone is shallow enough to judge me based on my body then I don't really care what they think, anyway.
PLUS there's a difference between having like, fat legs or something and being fat!
There's a difference between having boobs/a butt and being fat. People should be happy about having boobs and a butt.
The word fat is so overused. ):
SOO person who i won't name,
You're obviously thin and when you call yourself fat I want to cry. =)

Ahh I'm so bored.
OH this song I'm listening to just had the line "There's more to life than love and being together"
I like it a lot. =) Not that i'd know about love or being together and such.. ): I'm going to be single until I'm like, 30.
ANYWAY. I wanna make that line my msn name but i like JUST changed my msn name so i won't make it that right now.
Nobody talks to me on msn. ): Like i'm only talking to 2 people and neither of them is talking very much.
I think I'm being very boring so I'll stop now. =)

Hi Katherine.
Thank you for being pretty much the only person who reads my blog. =)
I'm going to send you the link as soon as I publish this SO YOU CAN READ IT. (:

I wonder if anyone actually bothers to read these.

I happen to hate a lot of things. =)And I realize that this note is gonna be pretty damn pessimistic. Ew I hate pessimism. I also hate all of the following stuff, ahah.
Spending three hours of my Friday night at dance.
Spending two of those hours killing my feet on pointe shoes.
Silly drama between friends.
Not having a boyfriend.
The fact that Katherine will owe me $5 on my birthday. (I always have JQ..ahah!)
When people have the same profile picture 3 times in a row.
When absolutely nobody talks to me when I come online on msn.
When I get ridiculoudly bored, try to start conversations with everyone on my msn list, and only 2 people respond.
Being wrong.
Awkward eye contact/conversations/situations.
When beautiful people complain about being ugly and when skinny people complain about being fat.
Being judged.
When I try to have a conversation and the person will only give boring, one-word answers.
When people aren't comfortable with the way they look.
When people aren't comfortable with themselves in general.
Being mad at people or upset with them.
People who can't forgive.
Hypocrites. (which makes me a hypocrite)
When two people who are good friends will suddenly say they "hate" each other over one silly thing. Then they'll make up, but it will just happen again.
People who are very obviously not being honest.
When I can't tell if someone is lying or not.
When I can't find a band I'm in the mood to listen to.
When I eat so much that I feel gross.
When I'm hungry and can't find anything to eat.
Creepy yellow msn smiley faces.
When facebook chat makes my faces yellow.
When people steal my bounce on the trampoline and my back dies.
When people say things to me or ask me things that I don't know how to answer.
When msn conversations fade/die.
When people are embarrassed of outgoing-ness.
When people are embarrassed to sing in front of others.
When there's something wrong with my hair or something and nobody tells me.
Ladybugs.

OKAY THAT WAS FUN. =)
I'm all complained out.
I'll be optimistic again..
bye.

There is no age limit for barbies.

Today, I was playing with Emily's barbies.
I made them go from DRAB to FAB.
I took one barbie with poofy gross hair, and gave her a sleek french-braid updo.
I changed her outfit from simple jeans to a dress fit for a princess.
On another barbie, I made her horrendous bob a chic ponytail.
I transformed her outdated long dress to a short trendy dress.
I AM COOL OKAY?
Katherine and Emily were judging me.
They had no right!
I miss my barbies.
And you're never too old to give barbie makeovers..
that is all.

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I. Hate. Fridays.
I hate them SOO much.
Everything about them.
Like, most people are excited about Fridays. It's the end of the week, the weekend is coming, they can go out with their friends and all that jazz.
Well, wanna know what I have to look forward to?
Going straight home after school and then going to dance for 2-3 hours.
At dance, i am on point shoes killing my feet in a small, warm room that smells funny. The new guy dancer has never heard of deoderant, apparently.
Along with the immense pain in my feet, I have to put up with crazy dance teachers getting mad at me for doing my poses wrong.
And then while I'm at dance, I look forward to seeing my friends after.
Of course, IT NEVER WORKS OUT. =(
People are always already doing something, or somewhere i can't get to.
People should just like, plan their fridays around my schedule. I know that's TOTALLY unreasonable but whatever.

EW FRIDAY.
I hate it SOOOOOOOOOOOO much.
I'm in such a bad mood today, and i think a lot of the reason is just knowing that it's Friday.
I wish i could skip from Thursday to Saturday.
Today just sucks.
I keep getting major cramps.
I DON'T GET CRAMPS WTH.
Like, if i get cramps, they aren't ever thisssssssss bad.
I swear, my uterus is punishing me or something.
And whenever i get my cramps, my hips start hurting. Wtf is that?
They must be getting ready to bear a child.
(Sorry, katherine/others.. i know that you didn't need to read that. Nobody made you.)

I also didn't make mentors.
That totally sucks.
Like, it's actually not that big of a deal.. just missing class and playing some games.
If i had actually made it, i wouldn't have even wanted to do it that much.
But meh.
I think everyone thought i was in a bad mood earlier this afternoon because i didn't make it. I may have guided them to think that a little..
But whatever I don't know why i'm in a bad mood, it's as good a reason as any.
I hate bad moods. Especially when they don't have a reason. I feel like crying.
I already did cry. Nobody noticed, though. They were taking pictures.
I was swinging because it made me feel better.
I'm kinda glad they were leaving me alone. I wanted to be left alone. I didn't want to have fun a the park and be in pictures.
I just wanted to talk to someone, maybe. I still do.
But instead, i'm writing in my blog.....
Wow i'm cool. ):
Hi Katherine.
Actually, i still wanna talk to someone.
Idk about what, even.
I just like talking.

I love bad moods.
Fun stuff.
I can't wait for dance.
And after dance.
I know my night will probably just put me in an even worse mood.
Hanging out after dance probably won't work out, it never does.

Bye Katherine.

Katherine/Gilda/Vessa/Vesta

So today, I met Gilda.
While being one of the most terrifying experiences of my life, it was also pretty much the funniest experience of my life. ever.
So, one sunny afternoon when the weather was warm (although the wind made it rather chilly) I sat on the park bench with Leeann, Becca, Kelly and Katie.
As we sat on the bench, we see an interesting lady walking towards us.
This lady had frizzy black hair and an odd expression on her face, it was almost a smile.
As she walked closer, she said to us, "Oh sorry! I thought you were Sue's friends!"
We all thought it was an innocent mistake, but we got confused when she walked closer.

NOW. Before we go any further, i would like you to know that Leeann had an odd red spot on her tongue that she had been touching, so therefore her hand was dripping wet. (Almost as wet as my hands). Anyway..

So this lady goes up to Leeann, and touches her hair. "Cute cute such pretty pink hair," says the odd lady. She spoke very quickly, with a soft, far-off voice. She grabs leeann's wet hand, and starts mumbling quickly.
"Such pretty girls you are, such pretty pretty pretty girls."
We thank her, kind of confused.
"You are nines! You're a 9! All of you nine!"
At first we thought she was referring to our grade, but then she puts one hand on her hip, one on the back of her head (in a rather 'fabulous' way) and says, "Do you think I'M a 9?"
So.. apparently she was rating us on the pretty scale.
We're all giggling now. I was feeling kind of uncomfortable, but my back was to her so she couldn't see the expression on my face.
Then she starts mumbling something, sounding like, "They are going to kill you, kill kill kill you, we're going to die die die die."
"Who's going to kill us?" We ask her.
"Diseases.. jesus. jesus. jesus will save you. Ask jesus. Love jesus."
Kelly and I inform this strange lady that we don't believe in Jesus.
"You don't?" She says in her hurried way. "You don't believe in jesus? so you're jewish.."
"No.." we tell her, holding in our laughter.
"Oh, go to church some time, you should. Jesus jesus jesus jesus."
"Maybe not......." We say, more or less.
At this point, we're all on the verge of laughter, and she begins to sing.
"Precioussss precioussssss"
Now we can't help it. We're laughing loudly and the lady doesn't even seem to mind.
This strange lady starts to walk away, but then comes back.
Much to my horror, she puts her arm around me, "Jesus will forgive you! he will forgive you!"
My reaction, naturally, is to pull away.
"I don't want to have to fight you about this," she informs me.
So now I'm kind of scared.
She starts walking away again, and then suddenly turns back, jumps REALLY high (apparently.. my back was to her) and then slaps me on the back, then leaves. !!!
She hit me! I didn't even know what to think of that.
It wasn't exactly a very hard hit, but it was no friendly pat on the back.
Later we're talking to some girls at the library, and apparently they had a similar encounter.
She asked them if they were popular, and told them that her mother was evil because her grandfather's name is Nick. Apparently this lady told the girls her name is Katherine.
The strange lady even kissed one of them on the head!

"It's Gilda! THAT'S GILDA!" Katie exclaims to Becca.
Last year, Katie and Katherine had been walking home and this same lady asked THEM if they were popular! Apparently it was rather frightening, and they secretly nicknamed her Gilda.

As we walk home along Truscott, ahread of us we see Gilda/Katherine talking to a man with a dog. As Gilda walks away from him, we call out to him. "Excuse me!"
But somehow, with her super-jesus hearing, she turns and looks at us.
"Oh no.. sorryy.. we meant him." We try to explain.
A sad look appears on the lady's face, she says, "Oh it wasn't me at all."
We decide to ask her what her name is.
"Oh it's Vessa, my name is Vessa. But sometimes.. people call me Vesta."
And she rambles on and on. When she's finished we walk away and catch up to the man with the dog.
"Do you know her?!" We ask him.
"No, I thought maybe YOU guys knew her! She's obviously not right in the head, and doesn't speak english well." He says to us.


AND THAT WAS MY ENCOUNTER WITH GILDA. =)
I love you Katherine Vacek!! <3
(And whoever else reads this.. if anyone ever does.)

I'm really cool.

I'm starting a blog. I'm a blogger. That makes me sound so cool.
"What's up Nicole?"
"Not much.. just bloggin'."
Ahaha. Anyway.
I got the idea for this from The Dresden Dolls' blog, which Amanda Palmer writes.
She's pretty much my favourite human ever and i wanna be just like her in every way and she's my idol. I don't know why, she's just so cool though. Like, everything about her.

She's clever and beautiful and passionate and is amazing at the piano and write awesome lyrics and sings wonderfully. I wish I could sing SOOOO much. That's like, what I want most in life. She's cool in every way. And the new Dresden Dolls cd comes out in like, 13 days! Yay.



I feel so awkward writing this. Idk why. I just don't really know what to write. :/
Not that anyone's gonna read this anyway.
Except for Katherine, of course. <3 She's my best friend and my #1 blog fan! And I'm herrrr #1 blog fan. =)



ew i feel so sick.
earlier i was dizzy and i had cramps and I just felt like dying.
Then i slept for 5 hours.
Then I had dance. It was interesting. We had Mrs. T and she's so enthusiastic and kinda crazy.
And then after i showered I felt like, REALLYYY hot. And nobody else in my house did.
My mom thought i had a fever but i don't feel that sick.
I'm just really hot.. idk why. Weird.

Well I'm sure this will be exciting to read.
I don't really have anything else to write..
Omg I'm such a boring person. Why can't I be cool like Amanda Palmer?
Gee wiz.